You know that feeling,
the falling, reeling, spinning
one?
well
I got it.

A minute is sixty seconds long
mine's gone on forever.

I open fire on the unknown and
get blown away by the recoil.

I suppose because it's Wednesday
and that kind of day is always that way.

Still that feeling though and
you know what I mean

and not being a recidivist
I don't feel that I've missed
anything
but
that's another tale
for a short stretch
in Ossining.